You know you can set fire to the capacity to say.
For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.
You’re brave. You are the bravest person I know, and you are my friend. I don’t care if you are imaginary.
Because if you don’t stand up for the stuff you don’t like, when they come for the stuff you do like, you’ve already lost.
After a while it sort of began to rain, which is to say that it was the kind of rain that never comes to a decision about whether it’s actually raining or not. Driving in it, you would never have been certain whether or not to turn on your wipers.
What should I believe? thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything.
It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall?
Now you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.
For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.
I’m going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.
Never mind. There. For good or bad. It’s done.
The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.
There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.
Bod was thrilled. He imagined a future in which he could read everything, in which all stories could be opened and discovered.
I was a stranger and you took me in. -Joji G. Shoji, d. 1921.
There’s an expression, deja vu, that means that you feel like you’ve been somewhere before, that you’ve somehow already dreamed it or experienced it in your mind.
Not gay, just never met the right woman.
I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.
Fictions are merely frozen dreams, linked images with some semblance of structure. They are not to be trusted, no more than the people who create them.
Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?